the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Saturday, May 13, 2006

What a day.

Mum, step grandma, little brother, Pijul and me took the train to M'sia and besides the train schedule cock-ups, the annoying fights i have to break up between the two kids and their constant whining, the blisters and it was an ok trip. Short one cuz we left home abt 8+am (the blardy train left at 12noon instead of the scheduled slot of 10.05am) and the ride back home was about 5pm. Anyways, after we got everything done, we headed back and reached Tanjong Pagar Railway Station about 6+pm. Just nice for dinner.

So, we settled down and chop chop eat our dinner cuz we were really hungry anyways. Mum was chatting with me and SGM when all of a sudden, midway thru her sentence, she stopped and raised a hand to her mouth.

Me: Huh? You ok not? Continue lei.

Mum: *still silent and looks at me with a blank stare*

Me: (Dunno why but i started laughing cuz of that blur stare and teased her about it) You gotta give me more than that la.

Mum: *still silent and gives creepy stare*

Me: Errr... Ok la. I give you back the change later ok? Ish.

Hehe. I have a perpetual but natural nature of keeping her big change when i order stuff. Whoops. But apparently that wasn't the case la cuz she said afterwards...

Mum: Ade org kat blakang i tak tadi? ( Was there anyone behind me just now?)

Me: Errr..No. What's wrong lei?

Mum: I dengar mcm suare lelaki just tepi my left shoulder tadi... Garau suare dier. Mcm *she gives loud and deep heaving sigh. Like want to hack up dry phelgm. Dunno how to describe la* ( I heard a guy's deep voice just beside my left shoulder. The voice was so rough. Like..)

Me: *heart starts to beat hard* Eh... You betol tak betol? Dun scare me lei. There is seriously nobody behind or beside you. I mean, I'm sitting right opposite you. Sure can see one what.

Mum: Tu lah... Ish. Bulu roma da naik ni. Pukul brape skarang? *She scared shit man. Can see from her face. White like paper* ( That's why. Ish. My hair already standing. What time is it?)

I tell her it's 7.04pm. Maghrib. Shit.

Mum gives me knowing look. Maghrib is obviously the time where anyone is likely to get disturbed by spirits. Therefore... You get the picture.

Anyway, we were scared shit la. But the place where we ate wasn't secluded or quiet or anything. Brightly lit and full with people, the coffeeshop was not bad really. ( I even had my first ever fried ice cream!!! It was durian flavour though. I would have opted for chocolate. Anyways, going off topic) So there was no way that such an incident could have happened but you'll never know.

SGM started talking about the works of Jin and Satan etc. She was convinced that the being that disturb Mum was a Jin cuz according to her, a Jin is always known to be a male being and having a rough voice and that Jin would also work with humans. Something like a slave to a master. Creepy. I was starting to gag on my sup daging.

I asked why it happened to my mum instead of anybody else in the place. Mum said that it could have happened to anybody. Just suay suay that she kena la this time. She also started saying that Tanjong Pagar Railway Station was an extremely old one and most probably has it own ghosts. I suggested to google it when we got back.

So here i am with zilch results from Google and unloadable pages from sfogs. Ooh apparently, sfogs already closed down its portal. Pity. That was the first website i went to when i was in primary school. It was the craze back then to look for cheap thrills on the Net. Still is, i think. Haha.

Oh well, perhaps there isn't any known recordings of sightings or experience in that area. I would've love to see or at least read about what happened in that railway station.

Alrite, I'm pooped. I could have waited to post it tomorrow, but i din't want to forget a thing before i can write it all down.

Good night all.

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